Meet Narky Narc, sans Funky Bunch:
Notice this narc's reactions to my rhetorical maneuvers... he doesn't seem surprised or confused, despite what i'm clearly accusing him of... then, his hapless off camera compadre, sitting on the other side of me, chimes in with a chuckling commentary as i pick the narc's cover apart... getting him to admit his initial "i sell dope to people like him" persona was merely a front for his true, conservative, law enforcement self... who found himself gingerly tiptoeing through the rhetorical traps i set for him, as he wearliy eyed the cellphone on my leg, camera pointing his way. ~ This all started after he followed me from a bus stop, through a transfer, then sat down beside me on the second bus. His cover was so prepostrously buffoonish, replete with a gangsta lean and pimp arm swing, i just HAD to call him out:
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